She took me around all her favorite places. And actually we had fun. She treated me as an equal, not as an underling. It ended too soon when we had to...return to the hotel to dress for dinner and the show.After shaving and showering, my valet had arranged for a hair stylist to "fix" my hair after my shower. The stylist worked about an hour on my hair. It's funny but it only took me a couple of minutes when I combed and dried it. When the stylist got all done I had to admit that it did look. “Much better,” I replied, “And I meant every word that I said babe, I hope you did.”“Thanks, Kevin, would it turn you on if I said that I did mean it?” Jen whispered softly.“You know it would,” I panted again.“I did mean it” Jen whispered again, “Maybe you won’t ever see my pussy shaved, and as I’m going to keep it shaved, you know what that means, don’t you?”“That I might never get to see your pussy again?” I panted excitedly.“Correct,” Jen whispered seductively in my ear.“Oh, God, Jen,” I. She was either finely trimmed or perhaps even shaven to either side of her labia, but just above where her clit hid, an inch wide strip of jet black hair seemed to create the perfect landing strip for a person that was looking to land in her paradise!It was the man’s turn to fall to his knees and soon she lifted her left leg up and rested it on the back of his shoulder. She turned and looked down at me as I slowly wanked and watched. She made a fist to the side of her mouth and formed her red. To his amazement beneath the dress she was wearing red and blackunderwear - the stuff of sexual fantasy. It was as if this moment hadbeen planned."Could you help me with this," she said. "It is all new to me."His hands did not stop and unclipping the bra. How could they. Herbreasts were soft and her nipples stiffened with his touch. She gasped.He stiffened. He kissed her neck.She turned. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled his mouthtowards hers. Nothing seemed more natural, or.